I'm not the most intellectual person. I guess someone else might have a better way of saying this, with more words, and prettier ones to boot.

I love you, Seto.

I've known it for a while.

It's sort of cowardly for me to leave this here with you to deal with alone, isn't it? But if I know you, as soon as you saw those three words your mind started working and I probably could have danced naked in front of you without a blink. That's why I didn't tell you outright. The first time I wanted to, it's not like I could breathe. And the second time, you were almost asleep. So now the first time you hear me say it, it won't be a total surprise to you and maybe I stand a chance of getting it through without you dropping whatever you're doing.

You surprised me. But you surprised me from day one, because of all people, I never expected to hear your voice that close. That you and I turned out to have so much in common? Shocker again. But more than that, it felt like you touched something inside me that nobody else could, not missing, just asleep. No, not that day, don't look so damn smug. You may be hot, but it's not my style to start falling for somebody when I'm not even sure if they play on my team.

I thought there was more to you then.

Between the long flights and the nights in the hotels, I realized there was more to you (And you're looking smug again. Or pissed. Bastard. I'm trying to be romantic here.) than I'd even originally thought. You made me change the way I think. I had to be careful. I had to think before I said something. I'm better for it, better for having you IN my life.

And I'd like to think that

maybe

I make you feel that too.

I can't get you out of me. It doesn't take much to get me thinking about you. You've ruined more than one sheet metal cutting, you know. I hope you're happy. There's a scrap pile with your name all over it. I've got all kinds of memories that I can't put down, but if you ask me, I'll tell you.

You asked me not too long ago what my dreams were. Right then, it's not like I could answer you with the place in Montana or the storm-chasing. And a couple more that'll probably scare the fuck out of you. They were dumb things. The most important one was the one I said. And the one that goes along with it. If I couldn't have that day, I'd be more than happy to have you instead. I'd like that better anyway.

I don't ever

I won't lose you. Something tells me that I've got a radar set to pick up your signal now. I hope that's okay with you. Run sometime. I'll have a hell of a lot of fun chasing you down.

Always,
Tristan

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